Tuesday, March 20
I Want Children Just so that I have Someone to Punish
The fact is that Californians are quite possibly the most rude fuckers on the planet. While I am at work only 1 person in 20 or thirty says hello to me, and even less than that say please or thank you. Not only this true believer (even though that should be enough for any right thinking person to take up arms against a sea of troubles) many of the children who are there with their parents answers questions such as "would you like whip cream on that?" with a ,"yeah," and they won't even meet your eyes.
When I was a child, if I had shown such contempt for my fellow man and the Queen's English, I would have been whupped within an inch of my tiny little life. But the parents in Los Angeles seem to foster this sort of treatment of the working class by being not much better themselves and even rewarding their children by giving them diabetes, or as it is called at Starbucks' a "Venti mocha-caramel frap with extra whip cream and caramel on top double blended and a shot of espresso."
I fucking hate these people and it is no wonder to me that the rest of the world hates the United States. There may be, in the Mid-west, a group of normal, polite and respectful people who simply want to live and let live and not ruffle feathers, but in California, which is what the world sees via TV and the Movies and those goddamned gossip magazines, we are a race of heathens that care not one whit for our fellow man, only that we are served with everything that we want, no matter how trivial such a desire my be.
And yes ladies and gentlemen, that was a run on sentence with ample comma splices to boot.
When I was a child, if I had shown such contempt for my fellow man and the Queen's English, I would have been whupped within an inch of my tiny little life. But the parents in Los Angeles seem to foster this sort of treatment of the working class by being not much better themselves and even rewarding their children by giving them diabetes, or as it is called at Starbucks' a "Venti mocha-caramel frap with extra whip cream and caramel on top double blended and a shot of espresso."
I fucking hate these people and it is no wonder to me that the rest of the world hates the United States. There may be, in the Mid-west, a group of normal, polite and respectful people who simply want to live and let live and not ruffle feathers, but in California, which is what the world sees via TV and the Movies and those goddamned gossip magazines, we are a race of heathens that care not one whit for our fellow man, only that we are served with everything that we want, no matter how trivial such a desire my be.
And yes ladies and gentlemen, that was a run on sentence with ample comma splices to boot.
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There are rude people all over. Look at my post yesterday and the one on neighbors. Yes I have children and, I smile to myself when they r being grounded in their room for telling me I have "stuped ideas."
And I HATE people that can't say please and sorry. I cancel those out of my list of friends right away.
And I HATE people that can't say please and sorry. I cancel those out of my list of friends right away.
Gives you such hope for the future, eh? I practice ignorance when faced with such brutishness; that or add little comments internally i.e. "So you want (a heart attack) extra whip on top of the espresso shot? Ok (die slowly, bitch...), thanks."
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: 4:37 PM
Having lived in both California and Pennsylvania I would have to say that Pennsylvania takes it for rudeness. Don't get me wrong - there are plenty of rude, unpleasant, boorish, dismissive and self-absorbed people in California, at least the parts of it I kicked around in. And the people of Pennsylvania, particularly those in Philadelphia, can be charming and welcoming. But when it comes times to be rude - and I mean really rude and hostile - Pennsylvania's can really work up a lather, heaping on contempt, hatred and gut-wrenching abuse like nobody's business.
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